Well, anyway, you won't be so keen now on defending the Unionists.' 'I think they've got as much right to fight for their principles as we have for ours, but I don't think they've the right to torture horses,' she rejoined.

Her sympathy with oppressed shearers and dispossessed natives struck always a jarring note between them.

His long upper lip closed tightly on the lower one, and he hunched his great shoulders.
'Well, that sort of argufying won't muster the cattle,' he observed drily, plagiarising Harry the Blower.

She changed the subject.
'Did you have a good muster ?' 'Oh, fair! Between three and four hundred head.

The water is running still up in the range.